As I have re-committed to writing, I thought I would share a poem. It is still a work in progress...The Holy GrailLast night, the sheets pulled offBy you.I shivered in the warmthOf yourIntoxicating presence.Room glowing in the lightOf aTV left on, colorBlindingIn dark, your form distinct.You stretched but did not stir,Eyes fluttering,Kissed by dragonflies, notMy lips.Heavy. Heady. Hungry.Long missed, your figure shapedThe Sage.Mountains of green, treasureLost likeAn Avalon. Returned.-Traci 2012